I'll be here in the shadows of the beautiful ones already born
Crowded by these fair, pretty faces
Blinded by these glimmers and glisters
You'll never find...
Hush little baby, don't you cry!
Mama has been bad, very inconsiderate
I pushed you into this cold world
Did so without looking back
Prepared you a chamber...
I am a shell of what I once was.
I am an image crafted in the likeness of emptiness.
I am a picture of penury.
Yes, I'm mad
You treated me like a maid
And used me as if I'm Aba made
Forgetting my young age
With my pen I rage
For you already...
Most unscrambled dust in a casket
weren't ready to kick the bucket.
Before laid seen as unscrambled dust,
After laid, a scrambled dust.
Oh death can we taste...
The Lord is my shepherd
Even when I sleep on the street
I shall not want
Even when I hardly see crumbs to eat
He makes me to...
I mused on how we all have lost our minds,
How we now wine and dine with our devil.
How gullible we could be to his...
Early in this morning I'm mourning
This is now me every morning
Writing is now becoming like honey
Even though I need money
Abayomi, I still can't do...
She dodged a bullet
Fighting against history
Battling her instincts
Dabbling on Faith
Freelancing with fate
Her dearest heart
Faced its greatest foe
It dangled from the roof
Of her beautiful home
When I drowned in wealth
They were there; they were all there
"Family and friends," as I called them
Parasites, with me as the host
I was the cure for your lust, as your taste buds longed to lick off the sugar coating on my body.
My sanctuary was home...
South of my heart is a wasteland
All foggy and stinky
The stench of decay!
The decay of dead feelings
A combination of terror and devastation
The tempests, the...
Maybe I’m not as strong as I look.
Maybe I don’t have a cast iron heart.
Maybe I’m human,
Maybe I haven’t transformed into that Robot yet.
She sits cross-legged in a jaunty angle
Lips blown out in a taunting pose
Beautiful and sleek, she's the winter primrose
Waiting to lock your soul in...
She was very pleasant,
a velvety goose in her chambers.
She treated the cold that came,
with kisses and hugs of flame.
He was a standard for date,
Roaming the streets are the homeless children, destitute and desolate
Abandoned, denounced and left to die or face their fate
Sometimes they are from broken homes...
I'm a girl child and as such I'm seen as inferior
In my society, they tell my younger sibling that he's superior because he's a...
I hear the voices in my head
Echoing and reverberating
Full of flaws yet flawless
They tell my heart to race at the sight of the opposite...
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